to-morrow," interrupted Walter; "you could not begin printing before. The fact is, I was worried and out of spirits this morning."
"The very time, of all others, to write," ejaculated his visitor; "being out of humour, which is what is usually called out of spirits—being out of humour with the whole world gives such zest to your spleen against individuals."
"I am sick of every thing and every body!" exclaimed Walter.
"Very likely," replied the other, calmly; "so used I when I was young as you, and any thing went wrong with me. Now I know that it is of no use caring much, let what will happen."
"I wish I could think the same," muttered his listener.
"I am very glad you do not," replied Curl: "for then you would be worth nothing."
"That is exactly what I am worth!" exclaimed Walter, colouring. "The truth is, Mr. Curl, I cannot write when I am plagued about trifles; and a tiresome dun this morn-
